In the dimly lit bedroom, she lays face down on the soft mattress, her heart racing with anticipation. His warm, rough hands glide over her bare skin as he kneels behind her. She can feel his arousal against her bottom, and it makes her shudder with delight. Without further ado, he positions himself at her entrance, his hardness pressing against her softness. She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for the exquisite pain that always precedes the intense pleasure. And then he enters her, slowly at first, then with growing urgency.
Their bodies move in sync, the rhythm of their lovemaking echoing in the room. She can feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her in ways that make her moan. She leans forward, arching her back to give him better access to her nipples, which he eagerly thrusts between his lips, flicking them with his tongue as he continues to pound into her, his hips slapping against her wet folds.
